Night at day
Soul of darknessBegets blindness
And the mind
Goes blind
Empathy, shame
Bereave the dead
The dead in good deed
Proddings of the heart
They abandon and neglect
Tools, willing tools
To debased intellect
Conscience flicker
Like flame in the wind
Morality, integrity wither
Washed into the sea
Sea of conscious oblivion
Open, ajar
Door of the sun
Let go of the night
Welcome the light
It is good conscience
Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2019-04-23 at 10:10
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